This Is Really Annoying!

"Can I take that as a compliment, big sis? You're really hilarious, hahahaha!!!"

Downton burst out laughing at Martha's words. As he laughed, he grabbed the nearest frying pan and casually held it in front of his crotch.

Watching Downton's movements, Martha first smiled kindly, then could not help rolling her eyes.

"I actually quite like you calling me big sis. It's the first time I've heard anyone call me that. It makes me feel much younger.

But, young man, our family only had two frying pans to begin with. Now, well, there's only one left!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Martha patted Clark's arm and instructed him.

"Don't worry. Take our guest to change into some clothes.

He looks about your age, perhaps a little older than you?

I can't really tell how old Asians are. Young man, how old are you this year?"

"Twenty-five. I graduated less than two years ago."

Downton answered with a cheerful smile.

"What about your son? Which one of us is older?

Oh, right, I'm Downton, Downton of Downton Abbey. What about him? What's his name, Clark what?"

"Clark Kent!"

Clark took over answering Downton's question. At the same time, he walked over to Downton's side and pointed toward the bedroom.

"Come with me. I'll take you to get changed."

"No problem, but what about your age? Why aren't you saying it?

I get it. Looks like I really am a little older than you. Little brother, have you graduated from college yet?"

As he followed behind Clark, Downton casually struck up a conversation with him.

Faced with Downton's pleasantries, Clark gave a mechanical response.

"I'm twenty-three. Although I'm a little younger than you, I've already graduated for two years."

"Oh?"

Downton patted Clark's clothes and quietly teased him.

"So what if you graduated two years ago? You're wearing a gas station uniform, aren't you? You went to college just to do this? Wasn't that education wasted?"

"I..."

Clark's face stiffened in embarrassment. This Downton looked fairly friendly, without the vicious aura the military had described.

But that mouth of his... was really damn annoying!

Clark took a frustrated breath, then explained to Downton.

"It's not that a gas station job is all I can find. I just prefer staying near home to take care of my mother.

We also have a farm, and Martha can't manage it all by herself. Working at the gas station is only a side job I do when I'm not helping out on the farm!"

"Oh, then I understand."

Downton nodded knowingly, then spoke to Clark in an earnest tone.

"You're mooching off your parents, Clark!"

"Huh?"

Clark was dumbfounded by Downton's words and quickly shook his head.

"How could I be mooching off my parents? I've taken on most of the farm work, and I can even earn money doing odd jobs outside. I'm definitely not mooching off my parents!"

"Don't get so worked up, man. I never said mooching off your parents was bad. Besides, I can't even mooch off mine anymore, because I'll never see my family again, Clark."

"Uh..."

As soon as Downton finished speaking, Clark's expression turned awkward. He lowered his head slightly, grieving the loss of his own father while sympathetically saying to Downton.

"Sorry, Downton, I didn't know...

But I understand you. I lost my father too. That feeling really isn't easy to bear.

And you... you lost all your family?

No wonder..."

At that moment, Clark felt that he understood Downton.

His super brain spun wildly, actually staging a bloody drama of love, hatred, and vengeance for Downton in his mind.

Perhaps it was the loss of his family that had turned a seemingly mild-mannered chatterbox like Downton into the vicious criminal the military called him!

Clark even guessed why Downton's family had disappeared. It had to involve shady dealings over power and money, or suppression by capital. For all he knew, Downton's family had simply died at the military's hands!

For a moment, Clark's gaze toward Downton was filled with sympathy.

Meeting Clark's sympathetic gaze, Downton asked with a chuckle.

"What do you mean, no wonder?"

With that, Downton suddenly stopped walking and placed a hand on Clark's shoulder.

Feeling Clark's heartbeat speed up slightly, Downton continued questioning him.

"You seem to know something, just like how you weren't surprised by my sudden appearance!"

"No, no, no, I didn't mean anything else. I just meant... no wonder you chose to run naked down the road like this, and even secretly ran naked into my house.

As for appearing suddenly, wasn't that some kind of magic trick? Come to think of it, I still haven't asked what exactly you came to my house for!

Don't tell me you fell from the sky. My mother is innocent and easily fooled by people like you, but I won't be!

Man, see these muscles? I advise you not to have any bad ideas about our family!!!"

Clark flexed his biceps at Downton, then waited nervously for his response.

He definitely did not want someone like Downton to learn his secret.

Looking at Clark desperately trying to cover things up, Downton grinned in amusement.

As expected of a Superman who was only twenty-three. He was far too green.

After all, aside from works like Smallville.

Most Supermen in movies, television dramas, and comics did not begin their careers as Superman until they were thirty-three.

Why did he always debut at thirty-three?

Because Jesus had begun his career at thirty-three too.

In some ways, Superman was practically the Son of God in DC.

So barring surprises, the Superman before him would only see through life and the ways of the world after turning thirty-three, then choose the path of his life and never stop walking it.

As for this twenty-three-year-old Clark, how should he put it? The super brain wrapped inside his skull was actually closer to the mind of a scholar like God Wei.

It was just... pure.

So Downton gently patted his arm and said.

"I fucking just asked a question offhand. Look at you, you practically want to pull out your underwear to prove something to me.

All you're doing is making me even more suspicious, kid!"

"No, I wasn't trying to prove anything, I was just..."

Hearing Downton's words, Clark hurriedly tried to say something more, but Downton cut him off directly.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You weren't trying to prove anything, and I don't care whether you know something."

Downton lifted his foot and kicked Clark's ass, then said.

"Hurry up and take me to change clothes, man. This time, I owe your Kent Family a favor.

Once I'm done with what I'm handling, I'll send someone over with money for the clothes.

Believe me, it'll be a large sum, and it's money you deserve. You should improve your lives a little too."

After saying that, Downton gave Clark's ass another kick. The movement made Clark frown in displeasure.

Still, Clark eventually brought Downton to his room and found him a set of his own clothes.

Clark was 191 centimeters tall, only four centimeters taller than Downton. His clothes fit Downton perfectly.

Not long after, Downton appeared in the Kent Family's yard, wearing jeans and sneakers, with only a short-sleeved white undershirt on his upper body.

Seeing how Downton looked, Martha smiled and nodded.

"You look just like my son. You're both equally strong, and you fill out those clothes very nicely."

"Thanks for the compliment, Big Sis Martha. I'll return the clothes in a few days, along with a token of my appreciation.

But I still need Clark to help me with something. I have an urgent matter to attend to in a nearby town.

So, Clark, would you mind giving me a ride?"